2026

I haven't spent holiday season in the expected way for about seven plus years now. For the first few, I felt like I was being roasted alive. I wondered if I was a torturer for refusing. It hurt to my marrow then charred me. Well? I consider it an accomplishment that I didn't turn back regardless, even at times when it was lonely. That was a lot of the time. Until recently.

Some of my stories and books come from what my journey has allowed me to learn. What I know allows me to make my work from a confident, sincere place. If you've read any of my work and feel like I'm describing your life, it's probably because l've been through that thing too, or was going through it at the time of writing.

Anyway! This holiday szn, I saw my sibling. He gifted me these photographs of myself as a kid. I haven't stopped thinking about them since.

This is who I do it for. Every day. This January, there is more important to me than the me I was in these photographs. Let’s see how far that goes. Who knows?

I will be writing from my truest places this year. Whatever I want, whatever I want.

Take it, leave it. Hate it, crave it. I do not repent. I am well, full, whole and here.